She wants him to teach her boxing for her TikTok account

“Actually...” Kristen smiled. “I've been learning a bunch of skills for TikTok. The other day I did a series learning gymnastics, and before that I did a few on painting. I was thinking maybe you could help me make some, like, boxing TikToks.”

Billy's eyes went wide, and he held in a gulp. He ran his eyes over Kristen's feminine, curvy body. She looked so light and dainty, and her arms were so girly and soft. He had no doubt that he'd be able to control and handle her easily, with his eyes closed, and one hand tied behind his back. But if Kristen got hurt, or lost too badly, it might trigger Anna to try and make her feel better. That might mean sharing everything that Billy had told her the previous night...

“I don't know if that's a good idea,” he said, trying to put on a neutral face. “You could get hurt.”

“Oh, duh!” Kristen smiled, knocking a hand against her head. “We wouldn't actually be fighting. You could just show me a couple of punches, and we'll film me using them. Don't you have, like, pads to punch or something?”

“Well, not at home...”

“Then I can just punch at air or something. C'mon, why are you being so weird? My TikTok account's pretty popular, you'll look like a total stud on there with me.” Kristen giggled.

“I guess.” Billy knew there was no getting out of this without drawing attention to his problems. “Where did you get this idea from, anyway?”

“Anna suggested it,” Kristen grinned. “She was watching all of my TikToks while she was away in France. I think it's a great idea!”

Amazing. So Anna was the one who came up with this bright idea. At least Kristen didn't seem to think there was anything deeper to it than a couple of fun TikToks.

“So, are you in?”

“Sure, I guess.” Billy shrugged.

“Awesome! Anna told me where the spare gloves are, give me a sec and I'll go get them.”

Billy's face went white. Shit! He was hoping he could just give Kristen his gloves. Before he was able to come up with an excuse, Kristen was already running up the stairs. Billy's mouth opened to call out to her, then shut, no ideas coming to his head.

Anna must have told her about the “extra gloves” so that Billy couldn't weasel his way out of this by saying he only had one pair. But thanks to that fucking nerd, Kristen was going to go into this with a significant advantage on her hands.

Okay, calm down, Billy thought. It's fine. We aren't boxing anyway, she's going to be punching at air. And even if we were boxing, it wouldn't matter. Her arms are so girly she's probably going to have trouble even holding those gloves up for too long, let alone throwing punches with them. Her punches are going to be slow, inaccurate, and weak. She's a beautiful girl, a future model, not an athlete. But then, hadn't she said something about learning gymnastics, and hadn't Anna mentioned that Kristen was getting into cheerleading earlier this year...?

Billy shook his head. It doesn't matter. That's not enough to make her into a good boxer. And they weren't even boxing. Still, he couldn't stop himself from feeling nervous when he heard her returning footsteps, and turned to see her slowly walking down the steps. Feminine arms hanging with the loaded gloves, far-too-short skirt fluttering, and skin-tight-clad gigantic chest bouncing with each step. She had a bright smile on her gorgeous face. She was a fucking knockout.

“Oh, pffft. I totally shouldn't have put these on yet,” she laughed. “Do you mind setting up my phone to record?”

Billy nodded once, mouth dry, and gulped. He held up her phone to her face to unlock, then set it up in the corner of the living room to start recording the whole space.